Disclaimer: The Black Jewels Trilogy belongs to Anne Bishop.
Okay, very first fic... Um... Let me see... Let's play pretend, shall we? Jaenelle and the others who belong to the short-lived races have long lives, okay? I will need that for my story's purpose... If it has a purpose.
Let's also pretend that everything went back to normal (hard I know but we can do this with a little bit of effort) after the purging of the Blood, meaning, Jaenelle is still powerful - okay, maybe a bit less powerful - and still the Queen of Ebon Askavi. Really, who else would we want as Queen?
Anyway, let's go to my very first fic... I'm so nervous. Carrying on...
Summary: There are rumours about a hidden Territory in Terreille, which has a reality that clashes with the rest of the Realm's. What problems will our heroes, along with the new generation, face?
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The Dark Arena
Generation Next
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"LUCIFER!"
A young man with dark hair and sapphire blue eyes winced, yet was able to keep the small smile on his face. The girl right next to him smirked.
"It was nice knowing you, Luce," she said as she patted his shoulder. She winked and ran off. As soon as she exited the kitchen door, a livid older man stomped inside the kitchen, golden eyes flashing. Two other males looked on from the doorway. Each was trying to take the smirks off their faces.
Lucifer gave the steaming man in front of him a hundred-watt smile. "Why hello my dear Uncle Lucivar. What brings you to this humble kitchen? Some berries perhaps?"
"Cut the crap!" Lucivar hollered. "WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELLS WERE YOU THINKING, FEEDING ME THAT FUCKING FRUIT! YOU'RE NOT A CHILD ANYMORE!"
"What fruit?" Lucifer asked, all innocence, reminding Lucivar of whose son this was.
"YOU KNOW WHICH FRUIT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"
Lucifer snapped his fingers, as if remembering. "Oh that fruit!" He then shrugged as if it was nothing. He then pointed blankly at one of the males at the doorway.
"Daemonar put me up to it."
Daemonar's jaw fell open in shock. He then glared at his cousin.
"Traitor!"
Unfortunately, fortunately for Lucifer, Lucivar turned to his own son, eyes ablaze.
"That's it! To the practice courts!" With that, Lucivar grabbed his son by the scruff of his neck and unceremoniously dragged him out the door.
Before Daemonar could be dragged completely away, the young Eyrien stuck his middle finger up at Lucifer. The younger male merely chuckled at his cousin's antics. The other male also chuckled and approached Lucifer.
"You're in trouble, Luce," he said with a laugh. Lucifer still had his innocent act on.
"Oh? But it was all Daemonar's idea." The other male laughed harder. They both knew that wasn't true. "Don't you believe me, Kharl?"
Kharl was Morghann and Khardeen's son. Daemonar, Lucifer and him were known as the "Terrible Three" - for the males that is. There was another "Terrible Three" for the females.
One of them was the girl Lucifer was with earlier - Surreal and Falonar's daughter, Titian. She was as deadly as she was beautiful with all the combat skills in her gene pool. She has also made the Offering and now wears the Red. She may not be as powerful as her mother but it didn't make her less dangerous.
The older male looked thoughtful before grinning wickedly. "Dear Luthvian would want to know what happened to her beloved brother." Lucifer snorted.
Luthvian was Marian and Luciver's second child and first girl. Like Titian, she was deadly with her Eyrien weapons and even unarmed combat. Titian and Luthvian were two peas in a pod. Both Eyriens, they always practiced and improved together. Luthvian and Daemonar also play pranks on each other all the time. Sad is the last thing Luthvian would be after she hears about what happened to Daemonar.
Oh, and Luthvian is also one of the "Terrible Three".
As the two males were walking out of the kitchen, towards the practice courts, two females appeared from around the corner. One was Eyrien. Luthvian. The other...
Ah... The third of the female "Terrible Three".
Karla's daughter.
Amaryllis.
She grinned at them, eyes twinkling mischievously. "Kiss kiss."
Lucifer and Kharl rolled their eyes. She was just like Aunt Karla... Not that they didn't like Karla or anything.
"I thought Daemonar said something about you getting into trouble," Luthvian told Lucifer. However, as soon as she saw the slow smile that formed on Lucifer's mouth, she was able to guess what happened.
Kharl proved Luthvian's guess. "Well, Lucifer here decided to be mutinous and blame everything on Daemonar. You can only guess what Uncle Lucivar's about to do to him."
Luthvian laughed, clutching her sides. She was able to wheeze out, "Oh! This I've gotta see! Let's go Amaryllis!"
The two females rushed to the practice courts, Lucifer and Kharl right behind them.
Everyone was gathered at the practice courts, watching amusedly as Daemonar tried to survive Lucivar's "training".
"Lucifer, what did you do this time?" a girl who looked to be fifteen years of age asked. "Poor Daemi is in trouble."
Lucifer blinked innocently. "Why, whatever gave you the idea that it's my fault?"
The girl frowned but her eyes were twinkling. "Oh I don't know... It's either you or Luthvian and Luthvian has been laying low for a while. So I'm guessing it's you. Am I correct?"
Lucifer frowned but then smiled. Teresa was too smart for her age. He was very proud of his sister - a Queen/Black widow/Healer and possessor of the Birthright Ebon-grey.
Two males - a Dea al Mon and a Glacian. The two were Gabrielle's and Karla's sons.
"So you've come to watch the show, huh?" Amaryllis asked. The Glacian was grinning widely while the Dea al Mon was smirking.
"We wouldn't miss seeing Daemonar thrown on his ass for the world," Gabrielle and Chaosti's son, Rafael, said wickedly.
"Here, here," Jocoby, Amaryllis' brother seconded.
"Do all of you hate my brother or something?" Luthvian asked in curiosity.
"Hate Daemonar?" Jacoby repeated, his voice tone as if in shock. "Whatever gave you that idea?"
"Oh I don't know... Rafael's comment and you seconding it?"
Rafael's and Jacoby's smirks were identical.
"Why! We never thought anyone noticed." That comment cracked everyone up into fits of laughter.
"I HEARD THAT!" Daemonar yelled before his mouth had an intimate encounter with the soil.
A male and a female burst out into the practice courts. The male looked to be Jacoby's and Rafael's age while the female looked to be about Teresa's age.
"Did we miss anything good?" the male asked urgently as he looked at Lucivar and Daemonar's direction.
"Well, Daemonar's still standing," the girl said as she took looked at Lucivar and Daemonar's direction. "The best part is still to come."
Luthvian was grinning. "Even Tarrick and Ralani are against him."
Being more experienced, Lucivar beat the shit off his son. Lucivar glared at the second generation - but mostly at Lucifer.
Lucifer sighed, eyes dancing.
Ah... Well... A little excitement from him will end my lately boring days.
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Well? How was that?
I figured that since Lucivar named Daemonar after Daemon, Daemon should return the favour. I think Anne Bishop got Lucivar's name from Lucifer so...
I named Titian after Titian and Luthvian after Luthvian. I'm sure you can guess where I got 'Teresa' from.
As for Kharl... I dunno. The first three letters are from Khardeen's name. Maybe I'm subconsciously getting the name from Karla? Morghann and Karla are friends.
Amaryllis... The name's been stuck in my mind for quite a while. I might as well name someone 'Amaryllis' and I don't know... I got it for Karla's daughter.
Tarrick, Ralani and Jacoby are names I just got from anywhere. Ralani is a totally invented name by me.
Rafael... Well, since Gabrielle is sort-of like Gabriel, why not get another famous angel's name? 'Michael' is to common and 'Uriel' doesn't seem to fit... Well, I fuss a lot about names.
Anyway, please review! Criticisms are accepted! Still, this is my first fic. so cut me a bit of slack.
'Till the next chapter!
Saizer